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Ham of God

I wanted to share part of an essay out of the book I'm currently reading. The book is Plan B Further Thoughts on Faith by Anne Lamott. She is my favorite author. If you have never read her, I highly recommend it. She is bright, edgy, funny, spiritual and in recovery to boot!

"Ham of God"

On my forty-ninth birthday, I decided that all of life was hopeless, and I would eat myself to death. These are desert days. Better to go out by our own hands than to endure slow death by scolding at the hands of the Bush administration. However, after a second cup of coffee, I realized that I couldn't kill myself that morning - not because it was my birthday but because I'd promised to get arrested the next day. I had been arrested three weeks earlier with an ecumenical bunch of religious peaceniks, people who still believe in Dr. King and Ghandi. Also, my back was out. I didn't want to die in crone mode. Plus, there was no food in the house. So I took a long, hot shower instead and began another day of being gloated to death.

Everyone I know has been devastated by Bush's presidency and, in particular,m our country's heroic military activities overseas. I can usually manage a crabby hope that there is meaning in mess and pain, that more will be revealed, and that truth and beauty will somehow win out in the end. But I'd been struggling as my birthday approached. So much had been stolen from us by Bush, from the very beginning of his reign, and especially since he went to war in Iraq. I wake up some mornings pinned to the bed by centrifugal sadness and frustration. A friend called to wish me Happy Birthday, and I remembered something she'd said many years ago, while reading a Vanity Fair article about Hitler's affair with his niece. "I have had it with Hitler," Peggy said vehemently, throwing the magazine to the floor. And I'd had it with Bush.

Why I'm Still in Michigan...

OK, there are a couple of other reasons as well....
But these were taken during my tri-weekly stroll on the beach earlier this week. (click the photos to enlarge)

*sigh*

I run. I'm a runner. No shit.

So, I am training for a 5K. OK, stop laughing. I'm serious. It's in August, and no...I'm not gonna walk it.

Why, you ask? Because I can, that's why. Because I can run because my feet don't hurt. And I can breath and my knees aren't shot and my back can take it. And because I couldn't say any of these things a year ago.

In order to hold myself accountable, my friend, trainer and running partner told me that I am supposed to shout to the world that I am training for a 5K.

Brand new things are afoot, my friends. A new lifestyle, a new season, a new physical me.....

Oh, and I just might be falling in love....

I'd forgotten..

What it was like to float... To walk without touching the ground, to fly. I'd forgotten what it was like to stare... into another's past, present, and future. What it feels like to just be. And also what it feels like to fall, so God, be with me as I close my eyes, heart in tow, and jump....just a little....

Quote of the Day

"our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

our deepest fear is that we are powerful~

BEYOND MEASURE.

it is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.

we ask ourselves, who am i to be

brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

actually, who are you NOT to be??

you are a child of god.

your playing small does not serve the world,

there is nothing enlightening about shrinking

so that other people wont feel unsure around you.

we are born to make manifest the glory of god that is within us.

it is not just in some of us.

IT IS IN EVERYONE.

as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously

give other people permission to do the same.

as we are liberated from our own fear,

our presence automatically liberates others..."
~Nelson Mandela

Insert Chimp Vocalizations Here....

Quote of the Day

Anyone who says that sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain. ~Author Unknown

All things new...

I love spring. I love all the seasons. I can't imagine living in a part of the world where the seasons weren't so visibly represented in nature.

Overwhelmed with gratitude for nature lately, I have found myself pondering the parallels within the weather, my life and my faith. Life is truly a progression of seasons. As the weather begins to warm up and the rain begins to quench the earth's thirst, all things become new. The end of some things becomes the beginning of others. The leaves and creatures that fell last fall become the bread that feeds the earth in the spring. As they decay, new life is created. God closes some doors and opens others. He's good like that.

I find myself in new, uncharted territory in my life. I like that. Things for me have been so tainted with sameness and monotony for so long that any little bit of change in my life feels so radical and freeing. And frightening. But I am loving every second of it.

I am getting to know a new side of myself that I have never had the pleasure of meeting before. A new independent and to some extent even confident "me". This is an inner transformation that seems to have been spurred by outward, physical changes. I am not confused about that...to say otherwise would not be truthful. But I am glad that the changes are happening deeper than my skin.

I am more happy, joyous and free than I have ever been. I feel alive. I have seemingly endless energy, optimism, gratitude and intrigue. I am living again. With this living comes good decisions and bad decisions, but they are all a part of the journey. The good and the bad are what are making this trip worth while. God has made all things new. He is transforming the landscape around me, as well as the landscape within me. He is using the decay of my past to create new life in me. He is closing doors and opening new ones. He is guiding me to mold myself more and more into the person He created me to be. A person who is more like Him.

So, as I persevere along this uncharted path, part traveler, part navigator, partly lost and partly found...I go by faith alone. And, let me tell you, my friends, this has been one hell of a blow-your-hair-back-screaming-roller-coaster of a ride. And I wouldn't change one second of it. Not for anything.

Impeach the Monkey

Please do yourself and the rest of us a favor; click on this link and sign the petition....for the love of God.

click here to impeach the monkey

Quote of the Day

It is so small a thing
To have enjoyed the sun
To have lived light in the spring
To have loved, to have thought, to have done...

~Matthew Arnold

Character Defects Abound...

Yes, my friends, that is me...the jerk. I seem to be making a lot of mistakes lately. Testing my boundaries, being too sassy, pushing things just a little too far, and guarding my heart at the expense of others.

Last night, in an attempt to be sarcastic, charming and witty (yeah right, get over yourself Lizzie) I offended someone. Someone who is just getting to know me. Someone who's company I actually enjoy. Someone who I thought I should protect myself from. Someone who is now disappointed in me.

It had appeared that I had pigeon-holed this person. Judged this person. Labeled this person. Classified this person as a "typical guy". The truth is that I think he is anything but the "typical guy", but as I am learning, it is easy for me to miscommunication my intentions....especially online.

Ok, big deal, right? He'll get over it. Except for one thing...I was judging him. I was pigeon-holing him. And I did label him. And I know better. And I got called out on my shit.

He told me that he was disappointed because of all people, I was claiming to work a program of recovery and he would have expected more from me because of that (paraphrasing). Ouch. The truth hurts.

You see, part of my program of recovery is to "practice these principles in ALL my affairs". Even the romantic ones. And I haven't been. I wasn't being open-minded. I wasn't practicing faith or acceptance. And I sure as shit wasn't surrendering.

See that's the thing, my friends....practicing these principles in all my affairs means not judging people. Having faith that they just might not be out to fuck me over. Surrendering control of situations and accepting those situations for what they really are. Hmmph. Sounds easy enough.

You see, my friends, unfortunately, I am discovering that my heart is guarded. Didn't really think it was. Seems that I'm not willing to be so quick to give it away this time around. I'm being a little more cautious, a little more picky, and unfortunately, a little more jaded. Yes, folks, I said it. Jaded. And I used to be someone who always saw the good in people. What happened? Life happened, I guess.

People lied. People cheated. People used. People left. People died.

But some people loved. And I guess it's just easier to forget the good stuff.

31, single, and jaded. Not a good combination.

For now, I will suck it up, apologize one last time, hope for the best, and try to be a little less cynical....just for today.

Food for thought...

unrealistic expectations...

You know, the program tells us not to place unrealistic expectations on people. I find more and more that to place any expectations on anyone is to be unrealistic. It seems that whatever I think I know about someone, whether new to my life or old, is often way off. This is not a bad thing. It is just the progression of my realization that I do not, in fact, know everything and also the fact that I am rarely, if ever, in control of anything.

I have had two particular experiences over the last few days that illustrated this perfectly. Both times, I couldn't really have been more wrong about the person. One was a very negative experience, and one a delightfully positive experience.

Once I was almost freakishly disappointed by my total lack of insight and judgment, and the other I was pleasantly surprised at my misconception.

People never cease to amaze and surprise me. And this coming from someone who used to proclaim that people were incapable of surprising me. I couldn't have been more wrong.

I am learning, more and more, that the less expectations I put on people, the easier it is to accept and love them for who they are, where they're at. As a friend and sister in recovery put it so well at a recent speaker meeting; on the topic of humility, if I took into consideration a persons' experience and their character defects as well as their strengths...I would probably do exactly whatever it is that they do or say in any given situation. To truly accept that is to accept one for who they are and where they are at.

And for today, I'll keep coming back...and work on my humility.

It's just me...

I would just like to announce to the world that in exactly three pounds, I will be down 100 pounds!!!!!!!

I can hardly believe it.

My friends, I cannot express to you what it is like to feel healthy, light on my feet, happy, sexy and confident for the first time in....well, possibly forever. I feel like me.

This has not been an easy road, by any means...but a road well worth the travel. Many people ask me...would you do it again? Hell yes I would. In a friggin' heartbeat.

I don't think that people fully grasp what it is like to be extremely heavy. There is the physical pain and discomfort, yes. The health problems, some humiliating. But for me it was the things that couldn't necessarily be touched that were killing me; the way a stranger would look at me, the way I would have to ask for a different chair when I went out to eat with my friends because I no longer fit into the regular ones, the way I was incapable of looking anyone in the eye because of the shame over my "condition", the way I knew society as a whole viewed me, and most of all, the way I felt more alone than ever before in my life. I truly, like I did in my drug addiction, believed down to the bottom of my soul that nobody understood what I was going through.

I wish that I had found www.obesityhelp.com years ago. It is such a tremendous support group and wealth of information for those who struggle with obesity. It has been a similar force in my life to NA.

Anyway, just felt a little like shouting out from the mountain tops today.

God is good. He really is.

What kind of soul am I? (quiz results)

You Are a Hunter Soul

You are driven and ambitious - totally self motiviated to succeedActively working to acheive what you want, you are skillful in many areas.You are a natural predator with strong instincts ... and more than a little demanding.You are creative, energetic, and an extremely powerful force. An outdoors person, you like animals and relate to them better than people.You tend to have an explosive personality, but also a good sense of humor.People sometimes see you as arrogant or a know it all.You tend to be a bit of a loner, though you hate to be alone. Souls you are most compatible with: Seeker Soul and Peacemaker Soul

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Happy Easter

The Art of Assumption

What is it about us addicts that we have to live in our heads all the time. We are told never to go up there without proper adult supervision, yet we do it anyway. And we don't do anything but get into trouble up there. I made a stupid assumption this weekend, and made a fool out of myself as a result. A therapist once told me that to assume anything is to make an ass out of u and me. Boy...you can say that again. What an asshole I am. The problem is that for an addict who is still trying to conquer her control freak issues, I feel the need to be in the know about everything. If there is something that is beyond my perception, then it makes me feel out of control. I hate to feel out of control. A lesson learned. Chalk it up to life experience.

just for today...I will work on jumping to silly conclusions, for my own mental health and well being.